[He jumps when Namur speaks again.] Oh, er, well... I thought you might have encountered them already. I'm afraid monsters aren't particularly my field. These rather rodent-looking beasts on two legs, about this high... [He gestures.] Perhaps "chase" might have been something of an exaggeration. To be honest, I only really saw them from a distance.
[But then, fairly quickly (although he still doesn't want to look the scary shark man in the eye), he brightens up a little.] It's actually rather interesting! Of course, as I say, I can't claim to be an expert, but... ah, give me a second.
[Rummaging through the large satchel that was previously snugly nestled into the coffin right next to him, he pulls out a small, dusty, roughly-hewn spearhead that looks a lot like it might have snapped off one of the little polearms the Rat Soldiers from earlier were carrying...]
Do you see this? Quite a marvellous little thing. Now, the lack of wear suggests to me that it was made not long ago, but - here's the kicker - the stone clearly doesn't precisely match the geological records we have of this region. In fact, I unfortunately don't remember off-hand, but I'd go so far as to guess that the material originates from somewhere other than Trabia.
[He pauses for effect.]
Isn't that extraordinary? Either the entire pack of them must have crossed the mountains and come here in the very recent past, or the stone itself must have been transported over distances on that sort of scale. Most unprecedented, as far as I know! [His eyes are practically shining...] Would that it were feasible to map out these caverns in their entirety, I say... And as for the way it seems they've adapted to the pre-existing buildings -
[But his enthusiastic monologue is cut off when his other hand, the one he was propping himself up with against the unbitten edge of the coffin, slips. The spearhead drops too, clinking on the cold stone floor.] Ahh! [It takes him a second to woozily sit back up, groaning a little.] Oh, I beg your pardon.
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[But then, fairly quickly (although he still doesn't want to look the scary shark man in the eye), he brightens up a little.] It's actually rather interesting! Of course, as I say, I can't claim to be an expert, but... ah, give me a second.
[Rummaging through the large satchel that was previously snugly nestled into the coffin right next to him, he pulls out a small, dusty, roughly-hewn spearhead that looks a lot like it might have snapped off one of the little polearms the Rat Soldiers from earlier were carrying...]
Do you see this? Quite a marvellous little thing. Now, the lack of wear suggests to me that it was made not long ago, but - here's the kicker - the stone clearly doesn't precisely match the geological records we have of this region. In fact, I unfortunately don't remember off-hand, but I'd go so far as to guess that the material originates from somewhere other than Trabia.
[He pauses for effect.]
Isn't that extraordinary? Either the entire pack of them must have crossed the mountains and come here in the very recent past, or the stone itself must have been transported over distances on that sort of scale. Most unprecedented, as far as I know! [His eyes are practically shining...] Would that it were feasible to map out these caverns in their entirety, I say... And as for the way it seems they've adapted to the pre-existing buildings -
[But his enthusiastic monologue is cut off when his other hand, the one he was propping himself up with against the unbitten edge of the coffin, slips. The spearhead drops too, clinking on the cold stone floor.] Ahh! [It takes him a second to woozily sit back up, groaning a little.] Oh, I beg your pardon.